Anika, sixteen-year-old half-Indian engineering genius, has three goals:
- Make out with her BFF, Noah.
- Send MIT her solar panel designs.
- Dissuade Noah, entitled billionaire, from dressing up in spandex and pretending to be a superhero.
Unfortunately, none of those are happening.
Extra unfortunately, Noah’s fake superheroing results in Anika gaining very real superpowers. As Anika embraces her telekinesis, Noah grows jealous, and a scheming villain threatens her—and humanity. To defeat him, Anika must trade up from sidekick to superhero. And ally with Noah’s evil-hot brother.
Noah pouted and winked his way out of the nineteen reasons I gave for why we shouldn’t break into Salter Genetics. But I had to admit, there were three reasons we should:
- I’d already made the gadgets, and I couldn’t let a five-hundred-foot escalation cable go to waste.
- Noah would never stop begging until we did.
- Noah looked unreasonably hot in his spandex unitard, and it would be unsupportive to stifle my best friend’s hotness. (Not that I could. Noah looked hot wearing his lacrosse mouthguard, and few people pulled off copolymer-covered teeth.)
I tugged the red fabric strangling my bra line. Stupid Spandex. I didn’t want to hurt Noah’s feelings after his whole ‘Look! Uniforms!’ surprise, but my superhero jumpsuit exposed eight-hundred percent more than his. I mean, Noah covered his junk with his gadget belt. And I had boobs.
“Ready?” Noah harnessed us together. The citrusy scent of his yuzu soap drifted through the cold air, and I shivered as his fingers grazed my hips in the same way he touched Sarah Greenwood after school. Or, in the same place. Not in the same way. Hauling your best friend into an illegally entered skyscraper wasn’t the same as trying to have sex with your girlfriend.